The corridors are long and loud
Every door is an excuse to forget
Sitting down at my desk I mimic
Turning up my music to destroy reality
Getting up to be happy
Anxiety pumping my adrenaline
So many variables around me
So little will to play them
Budging fate little by little
Leave me alone
Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 7:06 PM UTC
The corridors are long and loud
Every door is an excuse to forget
Sitting down at my desk I mimic
Turning up my music to destroy reality
Getting up to be happy
Anxiety pumping my adrenaline
So many variables around me
So little will to play them
Budging fate little by little
Leave me alone
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